He ended up in the hospital for an injury. While visiting him, he found out that I was pregnant. I was on painkillers for my leg, they couldn’t do anything else for me in the ER without knowing how far along I was.
His family showed up while I was sleeping a pill off in the corner of the room and talked me into a wheelchair. When I woke up, I was in a room piled floor to ceiling with junk. I’m talking hoarders r us junk. It took several moments for me to feel the collar around my neck.
They had chained me to a large metal hook in the floor. His mother was sitting in the room watching tv and crunching her fried chicken. As soon as I opened my eyes she had watched me and when I tried to get the collar of she laughed. She began talking about how excited everyone was to have a baby in the family. They wanted a girl. I had better deliver.
He came back from the hospital a few days later. That is when he laid down the rules.
No speaking
No eye contact
No clothing
No freedom of movement
I must always comply with his needs.
I would clean the house and service as needed
I fought. I fought with everything the army and a decade of martial arts taught me. I bit and hit and kicked and tried to scream when all else failed. He broke my arm and the bones in my foot. He gagged me and beat me senseless. He drugged me and raped me daily. He passed me around and displayed me for his friends. I cleaned and was suspended by my limbs while he did what he wanted with me.
I learned to separate myself from what was going on around me. Its only my body. He could hurt me and he could kill me if he wanted to but it was never ME. He couldn’t reach me anymore. Some of it was being strong-willed, more of it was probably the drugs. He hated the passiveness I adopted. It was my only defense, and I grew good at it.
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